limitless energy supply. It's just the tip of the iceberg. But it's a beginning."
"How does she obtain tech to study?" The Circle guarded the tech and held the secret of its replication, so that rogue mages could not be created. When a mage died, the tech was cremated by magical fire, along with the mage.
"She has used my chrysalis, as have I." She leaned toward him, the light from the passage outside painting a line down her cheek. "I have a plan to get more, though. The Well of Forever." She spoke the name with a special reverence.
"You plan to find it?" Many had tried; all had failed. The Well was the legendary burial place of the earliest technomages, perhaps even Wierden. It was a focal point of immense power, a repository of great knowledge-and of tech. Its location-if the Well was even real-had been lost long ago.
She raised her eyebrows, her voice gaining intensity. "I will find it. And when I do, I'll have enough tech, and enough of the ancient knowledge, to understand it all."
The boldness of her dreams and the intensity of her commitment captivated him and humbled him. She knew who she was, what she wanted, why she would be a techno-mage. He was still struggling with those questions.
Suddenly he thought of the Becoming, where he would have to answer those questions. It would start in less than an hour. He shot to his feet. Elric would kill him. "I have to go. I'm sorry. Do you have my sensor-pad? That would help me find the quickest way out of here."
Isabelle stood and pulled the sensor-pad from her pocket. "How could I have lost track of time? I need to check on Burell. Here. I was using that during your training session today. I recorded some energy readings from your last spell. You're not going to believe them."
Galen stuck his head